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Dai: *meekly comes out of hiding* Okay, here's the next
chapter, just don't kill me!!!!
I Wish I May, I Wish I Might.
By Dai-onna and Star-chan
When the limo pulled back up to the mansion that night, Seto
and Yami walked hand in hand into the estate, neither wanting to break contact
with the other for even a moment. Everything seemed to be getting more and more
complicated and the only respite they seemed to have from their conflicting
emotions came with the soothing peace each found in the other's presence.
If he had doubted before, Yami knew for certain now that he
loved Seto. It was terrifying and disconcerting, but also filled him with a
warmth that had been missing from deep inside of him. Just looking at the other
beside him caused his chest to constrict with a wave of emotions and it was all
that he could do not to simply tackle the other and hold on for dear life. He
wanted to tell the brunette of his feelings. He wanted to show them in
everything he did and to scream them out loud; but he was still afraid that the
other wouldn't feel the same. Or, that even if he did, he might still push him
away once this was all over.
Even still though, the allure of the other drew him and he
needed to know how he felt, and to make his own feelings known in return.
The house was empty and silent as they went inside, most of
the lights either out or dimmed, casting shadows over everything and giving it
an almost ethereal look. He would do it tonight; he decided. He would let Seto
know how he felt, and find out the brunette's feeling in return. They owed it
to each other to know where they stood and now seemed the perfect time.
His fingers, tightly threaded with Seto's, extracted
themselves from the other's hold as they entered the living room, and he
crossed and open space to a table containing a small CD player. He bit his lips
a little, looking through the selections, until he had finally found the
perfect one. This one would be his test.
Yami placed the disc in the CD player and turned it on,
setting it on a specific song before moving to the other, wrapping his arms
tenderly around his waist. The brunette looked down at him, slightly startled
and a little confused as the soft music began to waft through the silent room.
"Dance with me, Seto." He whispered, pulling the
other a little closer to him. He rested his cheek against the brunette's
sternum, waiting for an answer.
The taller boy's response was to wrap his arms around him,
one holding him around the waist, and the other gently cupping the back of his
head, threading his long fingers in the multi-colored strands of hair. Yami
sighed softly, barely even aware that they had begun to move, lost in the feel
of the other's arms.
I... I was the lonely
one
Wondering what went
wrong
Why love had gone
and left me lonely.
He bit his lip slightly as he listened to the words, emotion
building in his chest, and the only thing that he could do was hold the other
tighter to him. Everything had grown so overwhelming these past few days, it
was hard not to be swept away by it. He needed the other now, more than he
could ever remember needing anyone, and the extent of it frightened him. As did
the thought of no longer being with the brunette. his only hope was that Seto
felt the same way he did.
I... I was so
confused.
Feeling like I'd just
been used
Then you came to me
and my loneliness left
me.
Seto shivered a little as he listened to the words of the
song that Yami had picked out, hearing some of his own emotions reflected in
them, unable to deny his feelings for
the smaller boy. It was impossible to ignore how much he had come to care for
Yami in such little time, and he knew he was sunk. There was no pulling back
from this. But the consequences were more than a little terrifying.
I used to think I was
tied to a heartache
That was the
heartbreak
But now that I found
you...
He pulled Yami even closer to him, the pharaoh completely
enfolded in his arms as the music played, moving softly to it. He cradled Yami
to him, praying to any deity that existed that the spirit would feel the same
way he did.
Even the nights are
better
Now that we're here
together
Even the nights are
better
Since I found you
You... You knew just
what to do
`Cause you had been
lonely too
And you showed me how
to ease the pain, and
you...
Did more than mend a
broken heart
`Cause now you've made
a fire start
And I, I can see that
you feel the same way
I never dreamed
there'd be someone to hold me
Until you told me
And now that I've
found you...
Even the nights are
better
Now that we're here
together
Even the nights are
better
since I found you
Ooooh oh oh...
Even the days are
brighter
when someone you
love's beside ya'
Even the nights are
better
since I found you
By the time the song had ended and started into the next
one, neither of them had been listening any longer; both wrapped up in the
other, figuratively and literally. Both were a little overwhelmed by their
steadily growing feelings and every seemed to fade away except for the two of
them.
Seto swallowed deeply, his lips pressed to the top of the
other's head. He couldn't deny it any more, his feelings for the other; and his
need to express them was warring with his anxiety that the other wouldn't feel
the same. Though his heart was telling him that he did. He decided it was time
he started listening to it. He took a step back from the other boy, reaching
his hand up to brush it over his rounded cheek.
"Let's go upstairs, Yami." He said softly, his
voice slightly choked with emotion.
Yami looked up at the other, the meaning in his words clear,
and his breath caught in his throat for a moment before he answered with a nod,
closing his hand around Seto's.
"Alright." He whispered, his voice just as soft
and quiet as Seto's had been. His pulse spiked to an incredible rate, nearly
humming, as he laced his fingers with the taller boy's.
No more was spoken as he led Seto upstairs, pulling him to
the brunette's room, and closing the door behind him. He never let go of the
taller boy's hand as he pulled him to the bed, his breathing deep and labored
with anticipation and need. There would be no more interruptions, of this he
felt certain, and he pulled Seto to him, the taller boy's frame covering his
own smaller, slender one. The rightness of it seemed to overwhelm him and he
lifted his hand to the other's cheek, caressing it softly.
Seto leaned into the cool hand on his face, sighing a little
at the tender contact, and placed his own hand over it. He pulled Yami's hand
to his lips and pressed a small kiss to the palm, feeling his pulse thudding
away beneath the delicate skin.
His eyes met Yami's, even though he couldn't see them, could
still feel the other's gaze and was drawn to it. He could hear Yami's
breathing, heavy and labored, and knew that his own matched. The tension in the
room was building just as steadily as the need and anticipation and it seemed
that even the slightest disturbance could shatter it. When the strain of his
feelings seemed to much, his restraint drawn to taut, and sighed bracingly and
closed his eyes.
"I love you."
They seemed to speak in unison, their voices melding as the
words over lapped on another and there was a moment of silence before soft
laughter fell from them, heavy with relief and love. Seto brought his hands up
to frame Yami's face, not surprised by the tears that he felt on his cheeks
since he was certain that his own matched them. Their lips met in a tender
kiss, fragile and sturdy at the same time. Even after the kiss ended, he rested
his forehead against Yami's the other boy's golden bangs intermingling with his
own.
Everything seemed to be finally coming together in this one
perfect moment and they both knew that nothing could ruin it.
Their lips met once again, only with more urgency, and
Yami's arms twined around his neck, holding him in place, though he'd had no
inclination of moving. Lips parted and tongues met in a frenzied dance as time
seemed to stop altogether. Seto's hands roamed Yami's torso, parting the
leather shirt with surprising ease, and slipping his hands beneath, feeling the
smooth supple skin and relishing in it.
Yami moaned into his mouth and he swallowed the sound before
moving his lips over the smaller boy's jaw and down his neck, flicking his
tongue into the hollow of his throat, eliciting a small gasp from him. He
purred a little at the delightful sounds that the other made, his mouth
continuing it's decent, and his thumb brushed over a taut nipple, feeling a
shudder run through his love, accompanying a keening moan. He brought his other
hand up to repeat the process on the bud's twin, wanting to give the other the
most pleasure that he could.
Yami moaned out Seto's name, arching up into the wonderful
touch, and shivered in delight. His body seemed to have become one giant
over-sensitive bundle of nerves. Wherever Seto's hands touched his skin, small
explosions seemed to go off inside of him, sending desire and need racing
through his system. He was staring up at the ceiling, dazed, and could feel
Seto's warm tongue working it's way down his chest and sternum, leaving a damp,
heated path that raised goosebumps over his skin.
The other was driving him mad with his gentle, patient
actions, and though he was desperate for the other, he was glad to be able to
savor this moment. He gasped when he felt that warm tongue dip into his navel,
erupting tiny sparks of lust in the pit of his stomach, and pulled him back
upwards to claim his lips again while his hands worked his shirt off. He wanted
to feel Seto's skin pressed against his own once again. To feel the delicious
warmth of their bodies pressed together.
Seto helped him shrug the shirt off, tossing it aside before
resuming the kiss, both of them drowning in the sweet contact. He ran his hand
over the brunette's firm chest, relishing in the strength of the lean muscles
there and the soft, pale skin that coated them. This time it was Seto who
shivered beneath his touch, delighting him, and urging him to touch more; his
arms, his back, any bare skin that he could reach, but it simply wasn't enough.
He reached for the fastenings of the other's pants, wrenching them open and
pulling them down his hips, exposing more wonderful skin for his eager hands.
Seto kicked the cumbersome garment off and Yami ran his
hands over his hips and thighs, taking every perfect curve and plain to memory.
Seto brushed against him, causing them both to moan, and he could feel his heat
through the material of his own pants.
He pulled his lips from Seto's, panting for breath and
moaning as the other ground their hips together slightly, generating a slowly
burning need between them. He bit into his lip a little, bucking against the
other, silently telling him what he needed.
Seto was all too eager to reply, swiftly divesting him of
the rest of his clothes, leaving him bare beneath him. He mewled a little when
he felt the other teen's large hands roaming his body, touching everything, and
bringing a mental image to mind. Judging by the grin that slowly crossed the
billionaire lips, he was pleased with what he saw. The thought made Yami smile
slightly. He'd never actually doubted his own attractiveness, but he liked
knowing that the other was satisfied with him.
He reached up, wrapping his arms around Seto's waist and
pulled him closer to him, their arousals rubbing together slightly, torturing
both of them. He spread his legs wider when he felt Seto's hand rising between
his thighs and lifted his hips, shivering in anticipation when he felt a finger
slowly pressed into him. His body eagerly accepted the digit, pulling it deeper
into him with convulsing muscles. He bucked against the other's hand,
encouraging him to continue.
He gasped softly when the second digit pressed into him,
moaning softly, feeling his inner walls stretch and yield to the intrusion.
When Seto was about to press a third finger into him, he bit his lip, reaching
for the other's wrist and stopping him.
"No more. Just take me." He said softly, releasing the other's wrist.
Seto blinked a few times, looking at him in concern, and was about to protest,
but then stopped, obviously deciding against it. The brunette nodded a little
and pulled his hand back from the other, removing his fingers and settling
between his thighs. Seto positioned himself at his entrance, and as he began to
press in, Yami reached up and pulled him down for a deep kiss, moaning into his
lips as his love filled him.
Seto groaned deeply as he felt how hot and tight the other
was around him and knew that he had to be causing Yami considerable pain, but
the legs locked around the back of his thighs, pressing him forward, told him
that Yami wouldn't let him slow down if he tried. He pressed forward until he
was buried to the hilt, the other's silken sheath wrapped around him like a
second skin, searing him with an unbearable heat. It was a wonder that he
hadn't already been reduced to cinders.
He groaned slightly when he felt Yami buck against him,
causing him to shift inside of him, and he began to move, pulling back slowly
only to thrust back in, more deeply than before. A cry erupted from Yami's
throat, but Seto could hear only pleasure in it and it urged him onward,
repeating his actions and building a steady rhythm, Yami's hips rising to meet
his every thrust. The feeling of it all was far more incredible than he'd
imagined; than he'd ever known possible.
He lost himself inside the other, thought and logic leaving
him to be replaced with love, desire, and raw need that threatened to consume
him. He welcomed it as he increased his pace, their rhythm becoming basic and
built on pure instinct, passion controlling their every action. He reached
between them, stroking Yami's length in time with their thrusts, hearing the
other cry out and his body tense slightly. He could tell that his smaller lover
was near the edge and he wasn't far behind him.
He leaned over the other, burying his face in his neck, and
panted against his ear for a moment before whispering of his love and devotion
to him. The words seemed to spur Yami over the edge and he felt the smaller boy
stiffen in his arms before crying out his release.
The feel of the other's muscles spasming around him was enough to shatter the
last of his restraint and he released deep inside the boy, a strangled cry torn
from his throat.
He panted heavily, collapsing over the other, but Yami
didn't mind his weight. He brought his hands up to hold Seto to him, tears of
love and ecstasy staining his cheeks as he clung to the taller boy. His own
breathing was ragged and choked, but he didn't care, his heart feeling as if it
were about to burst, filled to the brim with emotions he'd never even dreamed
of. It was nearly too much for him.
Seto rolled off of him, moving to his side, but kept his
arms wrapped tightly around him, holding him close in a protective embrace.
Yami sighed a little, completely spent, both physically and emotionally, and
curled up in the other's hold, resting his head on his shoulder.
He purred softly when he heard the other whisper soft words
of love into his ear, and returned the sentiment with a soft, loving kiss
before settling into him and falling deeply into sleep.
~~Owari~~
Dai: A little short, but I think it got the point across.
^_~
Yami Anzu: Damn straight. It's about time, Kits--
Dai: *tackles her and covers her mouth* DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT!!!!!!!!!
Yami Anzu @_@;;;; *can't breathe*
Dai: ^^;;;;;;; anyway, review and tell me what you think. Only the epilogue is
left. I hope you've all enjoyed the story.
Yami Anzu: X_X